Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 238: Shock!

Grindelwald walked out of the flames. He was wearing a gray-black windbreaker, and the strangely shaped collar pin on the lapels of his vest disappeared.

Grindelwald smiled warmly, and even his voice was gentle and amiable, but everyone saw that under his neat and clean face, there was a large bloodstain on his chest.

"Ha——Aiken, your growth is moving, and your courage is amazing." He stepped forward and gave old Aiken a warm hug, the blood on his chest was stained on the other's expensive robe.

This way of appearance made old Aiken a little at a loss, and the fear of Grindelwald suppressed by power and money is slowly re-taking root.

It seems that Grindelwald didn't realize until now that he was still stained with a lot of blood.

Obviously, the bloodstain was not his own. After waving the weird branch wand, the blood on Grindelwald's chest was wiped away, but he didn't clean it up for old Aiken. He just smiled and put his hands on his chest, and said in an encouraging tone: "Aiken, with me here, I will make the decision for you. Come on, say what you want to say."

Old Aiken’s domineering power just now subsided subconsciously, his Adam’s apple moved a few times, and he tried his best to keep his face calm: "Dear Mr. Grindelwald, my son disappeared in Nurmengard, so I think it is necessary to take some measures—to ensure the safety of my son, who is also a student of your school, and this can also help your school recover..."

Grindelwald waved his hand and interrupted the other party almost roughly: "Aiken, I want you to continue what you wanted to say and do."

Old Aiken glanced at Sean next to him with slightly confused eyes, and suddenly found that the gentle smiles on the faces of the old and the young were so similar.

What is the relationship between these two people... Old Aiken gritted his teeth. Although he was concerned about the safety of his only son, it was only his intuition that Sean was the murderer after all, without any direct evidence.

"I..." His lips twitched, and his voice was several times weaker than before. "I will make a thorough investigation before drawing conclusions. I hope that Mr. Grindelwald can provide some convenience..."

"The question is not the answer...Aiken, I just praised your courage." Grindelwald leaned forward slightly, "I don't want to say it? Then let me help you recall it?"

"Just now..."

There is no magic spell, only the crazy surge of magic power, and everyone in the office feels that their breathing has stagnated in an instant.

Grindelwald's windbreaker was windless and automatic, and he showed a wild and unruly smile.

"You, are you going to use Veritaserum on my students?"

He took a step forward, and Old Aiken and the people he brought took a step back as if they had agreed.

"You, want to lynch my students without evidence?"

His voice was steady, as if he was reciting a hymn, but old Aiken finally recalled the picture deeply buried in his memory.

This aging wizard in front of him, this man who is no longer young, once could destroy an entire city with just a wave of his hand!

Old Aiken swallowed his saliva and held on, but his body was already half a head shorter: "Mr. Grindelwald, my son is also your student, but he disappeared at school..."

"He'll be back...but every yard counts," Grindelwald stretched out his hand and patted Old Aiken's fat face a few times, "What price should you pay today?"

"Mr. Grindelwald..." Old Aiken finally panicked now. Although he was smiling, he had already seen the expression of the person in front of him clearly.

Grindelwald is still the dark lord who acts eclecticly and only according to his preferences...

Old Aiken almost begged for mercy: "Sir, you, you are now the headmaster of Nurmengard..."

"Ha..." Grindelwald sighed.

Shawn on the side also shook his head. He couldn't be more clear about what Grindelwald hates and likes most when others say it.

You are now Headmaster of Nurmengard.

If this sentence came from Sean, Dumbledore or other inexperienced students, he would accept it with great pleasure, and remind the other party to continue to praise him.

And if this sentence comes from those who want to use this identity to restrict him, Grindelwald's mood will immediately turn from sunny to cloudy.

"You guys are really annoying..." He muttered to himself, but the cold sweat on Old Aiken's head grew more and more.

"Sir, just like Mr. Dumbledore, you are also the principal of a school and one of the greatest wizards of this century. I met Mr. Dumbledore back then. He is just like you..."

Before the old Aiken finished speaking, Grindelwald stretched out his hand and pinched the other's lips with two fingers.

Sean almost slapped his forehead with a big hand, this old Aiken, the technique of hitting the muzzle is really top-notch...

"Let me correct two of your mistakes," Grindelwald said, "First of all, I am not one of the greatest wizards in the world. There is only one greatest wizard, and that is Albus Dumbledore."

"Secondly," he approached Old Aiken, and whispered in his ear, "I am different from Dumbledore...I hate people comparing me with him..."

Shawn heard Grindelwald's whisper, and he even wanted to add a sentence to the other party: "It's even more annoying to compare Dumbledore with me..."

After speaking, Grindelwald let go of his fingers, and he became smiling again.

"Okay, let's talk about what we just did?"

Old Aiken had a red mark on his lips, but he didn't even have the courage to rub it with his sleeve. Just now, every time Grindelwald got closer to him, he felt that death was one step closer to him.

"He has changed, but he hasn't changed at all..." He remembered the words the president once said.

Old Aiken's lips twitched: "I would like to apologize to this Wallop, Mr. Wallop, and make compensation..."

"No need—" Grindelwald waved his hand generously.

Old Aiken took a deep breath and quickly lowered his head. He now feels lucky to have survived a desperate situation.

However, what the other party said next made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Aiken, which hand do you usually use with your wand?"

"Green, Mr. Grindelwald..." Old Aiken looked at the other party in horror.

"Huh? Do you want me to ask again?"

"I, I..." Old Aiken wanted to beg the other party to forgive him, but he didn't dare to say more when he met the other party's eyes.

"Don't tell me, then I'll just pick it randomly..." Grindelwald smiled and raised his wand, like a conductor raising his baton.

"Right hand! Right hand!" screamed old Aiken.

Grindelwald nodded in satisfaction, he grabbed the opponent's right hand, and the twisted and sharp tip of the branch wand slowly slid over the back of his trembling hand.

He did not know what kind of spell he recited, and after a white ray of light, old Aiken's right hand, which had sagging skin due to obesity and aging, suddenly became firmer.

"For wizards, the wand means a second life, and of course the hand using the wand needs to be well protected. A small spell can make your right hand younger and richer—vitality." Grindelwald raised Old Aiken's right hand almost as if showing a masterpiece for others to watch.

But no one paid attention, because Old Aiken's left hand had completely disappeared at some point—starting from the wrist, the left hand disappeared into the air, leaving only the terrified and trembling eyes of Old Aiken.

Sean silently observed Grindelwald's actions just now, trying to steal a trick.

It's a pity that I didn't learn it... However, the magic spell just now seems to drain the vitality of the left hand and then add it to the right hand, which is terrible...

Grindelwald showed his "work", and then threw it away casually like throwing garbage. He waved his wand, and the door of the office was automatic without wind.

"Originally, you trespassed on Nurmengard, and dared to interrogate the students without my consent. You should have been sent to the herbal garden for composting—but for the sake of your son's disappearance, this will be avoided. Go back, old Aiken, and remember to thank me for my kindness every day in your prayers." Grindelwald said with a smile.

Old Aiken didn't dare to say another word, he tightly held his lost left hand, and led people away as quickly as he lost his soul.

Grindelwald turned his head to look at Rozier and Goodman, he raised his brows: "You two—forget it, it's my reason to keep your hands tied, but in the future, don't let this happen again."

The two didn't even mind Sean who was present. They knelt down on one knee and stroked their chests with their right hands: "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Grindelwald."

"Call me principal."

"Yes, Lord Grindelwald."

"...forget it," Grindelwald turned and left, waving his hand to signal Sean to follow, "let those children go to sleep."

The two left the office and walked on the silent stone corridor of Nurmengard at night.

"Sir, it was cool just now." Sean complimented him sincerely.

Grindelwald twirled his short beard triumphantly: "Thank you for your compliment, Sean, but you haven't seen anything cooler, and I really should let you see it if I have the chance."

"I'm looking forward to it, sir."

"Let's not talk about this, what about little Aiken?"

"In my ring..."

"Sure enough..." Grindelwald nodded, then waved his hand indifferently, "You can do whatever you want, and release him tomorrow morning."

Sean nodded: "I see, then should I do something..."

"Look at me?" Grindelwald said with an expression of "you are very strange", "I am the principal of Nurmengard! I should be very anxious about the disappearance of my school's students, instead of discussing with the murderer how to deal with the kidnapped hostage!"

"I just had a long talk with the student who was frightened just now to unravel the shadow left by him. I don't know anything."

Sean laughed aloud: "Pfft, I see, sir——but, as the principal, there are still many restrictions, right?"

Grindelwald sighed and shook his head: "That's why I admire Albus - after staying in the position of headmaster for so long, he can still maintain such kindness and tolerance."

"Oh, that gentleman just now will thank you for your kindness."

"He really should do this—" Grindelwald said with a reasonable expression, "Sean, you know, I always think that every wizard is an extremely valuable resource, it is not necessary, and I don't want to hurt any wizard. But sometimes, people who are not satisfied will always cross the line too much. I have been the headmaster for too long, so long that they have forgotten who I used to be—"

"The original Dark Lord?" The two had been together for a long time, and Sean dared to talk about running the train.

"It's okay to say that," Grindelwald shrugged his shoulders indifferently, without the power and stability of an old man. "When you can control the writing of the history of magic, it doesn't matter how you name this indifferent thing, even if it is a cockroach pile or gin."

Sean looked at the other party and nodded silently. History is always written by the victors.

Grindelwald never cared about these false names, and what he just said is also true. He cherishes the life of every wizard—of course, he didn't say the second half of the sentence. If his ultimate long-cherished wish can be fulfilled, Grindelwald can sacrifice countless lives, including himself.

I just don't know if the other party still retains that goal.

Grindelwald did not take Sean to his office, and the two stopped at the fork in the first floor leading to the Hogwarts lounge.

"Okay, it's been a good time to chat, what a pleasant night—" Grindelwald sighed with satisfaction, "Before you go back, I have one more question."

"What?"

"What are you going to do with that veritaserum if I don't come back in time?" Grindelwald asked with interest.

Sean knew that the other party was curious about his follow-up preparations. If there was no plan for this situation, he would probably be a little disappointed.

"Boom~" Sean took out a bottle and opened the cork.

This is not a veritaserum, but a bottle of ordinary tonic potion.

"Respect, sir." Sean raised his glass, no, he raised the bottle as a signal, and then took a sip.

Grindelwald looked at the scene in front of him, and he saw that the pale white liquid that slipped into Sean's deliberately widened mouth turned into black sparkling water as it passed through his throat.

He clapped almost gleefully.

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful silent transfiguration." Grindelwald said three beautiful words, and the expression of appreciation in his eyes almost overflowed.

"No staff?" He asked again with great interest.

Shawn stretched out a hand, showing the wand hidden in his sleeve and pointing at his throat.

"You can only be silent, but you can't be without a stick."

Yes, this is his method, using the Silent Polymorph to turn Veritaserum into happy water, under Gamp's law, the resulting happy water has a strong smell of disinfectant, but that's okay, as long as he can feel the taste anyway.

And after drinking it into the stomach, the veritaserum that turned into happy water can no longer be effective. Although his silent transformation can't last long~IndoMTL.com~, it is enough to deal with the situation just now.

Grindelwald smiled and waved his fist into the air angrily: "Damn Albus, you are actually a student of Hogwarts! It's unbelievable, look at your insidious little routine, you should have become the next headmaster of Nurmengard."

Sean almost choked on his saliva. He wiped his mouth and said with a wry smile: "Sir, you just said that the principal is not a good job."

"Then change it? The new generation Dark Lord?" Grindelwald said with a smile.

"It doesn't sound too good..."

"Ha——" Grindelwald laughed happily, "That's up to you to choose."

"I hope so too."

After the two said goodbye, Grindelwald looked at the back of Sean leaving, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he muttered to himself: "Choose..."

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